“Trust me, sir. You don’t want these organs and I’m wayyyy too lazy for ya lil ‘sex smuggling’ or wh
- T. Neville
- Dec 6, 2019
- 1 min read

Spending time in the French Quarter, drawing inspiration from the beautiful people of New Orleans.
I’ve been walking quite a bit, doing tourist-y shit. NOLA has never disappointed me. It can transform to be anything you need it to be.
I ♥️ The Big Easy.
I was deciding on dinner and said to myself “In the meantime, I’ll grab a cocktail.” The first bar I came upon, had a sign up ‘Hurricanes with 151.” Hell nah! I would have never made it back to my room. I took off with a trot like it was chasing me. Faster than when that Frenchman approached me in the Louvre and asked me if I was alone.
My momma would KILL me if I let somebody kill me! Don’t got time for that! I got this book to write. I’m working on the ‘new classic.’
Comentários